Staring At the Sun
To watch the sun and moon liaison
With eager, wary eyes
I put my special glasses on
And turn to face the skies
Silenced, stilled and blinded
I try, but can’t quite see
For it’s then that I’m reminded
Of childhood’s shadow on me
So very far from there and then
Celestial bodies merge once more
And take me back to where and when
Sol and Luna danced before
To scattered golden crescents
In the ancient oak tree’s shade
Among the jasmine’s essence
Where I wish I could have stayed
When four o’clock was a flower
And ‘52 pickup a truck
To relive that once-golden hour
Was not in the cards or my luck
While yester-me was dazzled
By eclipses at her feet
Currently I’m frazzled
By this heavy August heat
I take my special glasses off
And drop my gaze instead
Eclipses are much better, I scoff
On the ground and in my head.
*written after a partial solar eclipse
that took place on August 21, 2017
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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